RockStarPeach

For the lovely schnuffie , who asked for:

Giles-Wes having sex and cuddles under the chrismastree...

There may not as many cuddles as you were hoping for, but there are some :) Here you go, honey!

Title: Plenty of Time

Pairing: Giles/Wesley

Rating: Adult

Summary: At some random post NFA Christmas, in a fairytale land where for some reason Wesley isn’t dead, he surprises Giles on Christmas morning.

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“Oh, God, Giles,” Wesley panted, hands fisting around the tree skirt as the older man ploughed into him from behind. His knees were getting slightly rug-burned, and some of his joints were aching from being bent over and buggered on the floor, but it was well worth it.

The look on Giles’ face when he had come down the stairs on Christmas morning and seen Wesley naked under the tree, bright purple bow around his neck and a come hither smile curving up his lips, would have been enough to make Wesley do anything, and getting reamed under said tree by the man he’d loved secretly and not-so-secretly for years, had pretty much been the point. “Yes, that’s it. Right there!”

“Oh, for the love of…” Rupert started, biting down on his lower lip, groaning and digging his fingers into Wesley’s hips. Christ, but the man was something. If he’d known how spectacular this would be, he’d have been long since doing him. “You haven’t been at the council for years,” he panted, thrusting in harder, faster. “You’re not a child, I’m not your boss…” His hand sped up on Wesley’s dick, stripping it faster and faster, pushing the man toward orgasm. “Call me Rupert, Wesley.”

“Yes!” Wesley agreed, the word coming out louder and sharper than he’d intended, due to Giles… Rupert… brushing the tip of his erection over his prostate, sending a spark of pleasure to Wesley’s cock. It had been a while since he’d been with a man, usually preferring the company of women, but there was something about this man that pulled him in, always had, and he loved the feeling of being filled, paired with such delicious attention to his needy prick.

“Of course,” he said, calmer now, if only slightly. “Rupert.” It felt weird, saying that name. He’d always called him Giles. Mr. Giles, in their earlier acquaintance, and he supposed that despite all the changes they’d all gone through, he couldn’t shake the notion of the older man as his superior in some way (okay, a lot of ways) and he deserved respect.

Then again, showing up at his house uninvited on Christmas morning, naked and offering himself, not to mention the older man taking him up on the offer after only a small amount of token confusion and outrage, made the whole ‘name’ thing seem rather inconsequential.

“Rupert, I can’t…” Wesley managed, between sharp gasps and long moans. “I’m so close!”

“Good,” Rupert said, smiling behind the younger man and placing a sweet kiss to the back of his neck. “Because I’ve been ready to fill up your tight little hole for near enough ten minutes! Shit Wesley,” he panted, speeding up, knowing the other man was as close as he was, wanting to send them over the edge together. “You’re twenty years younger than I am! Shouldn’t it be that you’re the one waiting for me?”

“Oh,” Wesley said, brows furrowing, stilling himself under Giles… fuck, Rupert… embarrassed that he wasn’t ready when the older man was, that he’d had to make him wait, hold back. “I’m sorry. Truly, I just… Sorry. I’ll try harder, next time. Not that I’m assuming there’ll be a next time, but I… Sorry.”

He rolled his eyes at himself, wishing for a second that a portal would open up in the floor and suck him down, not caring where it would take him, so long as he didn’t have to look like an idiot anymore.

And what the hell was with that, anyway? He hadn’t been that shy, quivering, naïve little boy in quite some time, but being around Rupert must have reminded him of a life long ago, brought him back there, however unwittingly.

After doing what he’d done, seeing what he’d seen, being what he’d been, he couldn’t believe that he was falling all over himself in an effort to impress Rupert Giles.

“Shit!” he swore, Rupert hitting his prostate in a painfully delicious way, and he bucked back against him. “God, Rupert I…” He canted his hips, driving the other man deeper inside, grunting and moaning, pretending he didn’t sound like quite such a whore.

“I love you!” he confessed, and yes, that was a good thing. That meant he wasn’t a whore, wasn’t a slut, and the only reason he was giving it up like this, was because he was in love. It was true, but it made him feel vulnerable.

“Wesley,” Rupert growled, thrusting inside even harder. “Shut it!” Then he immediately felt terrible, slowed down, tightened his grip on Wesley’s waist, bent forward and whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry, Wesley. I know you…” He knew Wesley loved him, always had, despite his little ‘Angel’ phase, and it was cruel to dismiss his feelings so easily.

“We’ve got plenty of time to talk about that,” he said, jabbing Wesley’s prostate mercilessly, working his hand over his cock. He couldn’t in all good conscience tell Wesley he loved him, not yet anyway, but he man had surprised him today, probably would continue to do so, if Rupert let him, and he was looking forward to it.

“Let’s just… see what happens, shall we?”

Wesley made a muted sound of approval and tensed, bucked against Rupert, and they both let go, Wesley soaking the tight knots of the carpet under the Christmas tree, Rupert coating Wesley’s insides with his warm seed.

“Oh, God, such a good, good present,” Rupert mused as he pulled free from Wesley and turned him over, covering the younger man’s body with his, kissing him, hands covering his sides, his stomach, his legs.

“Plenty of time?” Wesley asked, having heard nothing since Rupert implied that perhaps they would be together for a while, managing an impressive combination of hopeful and sure of himself. “I think I like the sound of that.”

They’d been… friends might be perhaps stretching it a little, but they’d spent some time together since Sunnydale and then Los Angeles had been destroyed, and the older man had dropped the occasional hint that he might be interested in something more between them, but Wesley hadn’t thought there was any possibility of anything more than a fuck. He’d taken that chance, wanting a brief physical interlude if that was all he could get, but now it sounded like there might be more.

Damn, he must be one fantastic lay.

Rupert smiled at him, kissed him again on the mouth, long and deep and pulled him down next to him, Rupert laying on his back, Wesley over top of him, snuggled under his shoulder, into the crook of his neck. “Yes,” he agreed burying his nose in the younger man’s hair, breathing in the scent of shampoo. “I think I do too.”

END